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Chapter Thirty Seven - Nervous

'seriously @bastilledan you could do so much better than @emkjames'

'@emkjames needs to lay off the make up, she looks like a slapper dans picked up off the street'

'has @bastilledan gone blind? uh, pick me instead?'

'omg @emkjames ever heard of a hair brush? tramp.'

Nasty tweets are never something that never would've bothered me. I either argued back or just completely ignored them, because I've never felt a need to defend myself before.

But some of these tweets are awful, and they're coming from not only the nasty teenagers, who I expected some hate from, but from people my own age, who you'd think would know better than to attack someone online.

I don't really want Dan to see these, but some of them mention him and I know he'll notice eventually, he spends ages just scrolling through his Twitter mentions.

We spent a good while sitting in the skate park, talking about all the things we're gonna do when we get back home.

It's cold though and I could sit there for much longer, so we walked for a bit and found one of Belfasts six Caffe Nero coffee shops.

We run inside out of the rain and order two coffees before finding a seat at the back, right in the corner, away from everyone else.

"So listen... I've been thinking" Dan rubs the back of his neck.

"Oh please don't do that, you'll hurt yourself" I smirk at him.

"No really I've been thinking" he takes a sip of his coffee. "So... things are going really well, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like us. We're doing great..."

"Yeah, we are" I smile.

"So I was thinking, if we're doing really great, then is there much point in us living in a house with two bedrooms, when we could find like an apartment with... one? " he runs his hand through his hair nervously.

"I mean I totally get it if you don't want to but I just thought we could get a nicer place for the same price if it was just one bedroom instead of two because an apartment opened up on the top floor of Kyles building and he mentioned it and-"

"Oh my God, Dan stop"

He takes a deep breath. "Sorry... I was just nervous about asking, do you not want to then?"

It's been about six months since Dan first kissed me that night in my bed. If that had've been the start of our entire relationship then this would be moving awfully fast. But considering we've been living together for four years now, it's not really that big of a deal, is it?

"I dunno Dan..." I take a sip of coffee. "Two bedrooms though... means when we need space, we have it"

Do we need space though?

"Why do we need space though?" It's as if he's reading my mind. "I mean, other couples live together" he starts playing with the shoelaces around his wrists.

I can tell my hesitation is making him more uncomfortable with this conversation but I can't help having slight reservations.

"We do live together Dan, we have done since we were 18" I remind him.

"Yeah, but in the same house, as friends, in separate bedrooms" it's his turn to remind me now.

"I guess you're right... still is a bit of a friend set up isn't it" I start to play with my hair. Now I'm nervous.

"I'm not trying to push you into it" he shrugs "I'm just saying, I'd really love to know that when I come home I get to crawl into OUR bed, instead of mine... or yours"

I look up at him and smile. "Well when you put it like that I guess I can't say no, can I?"

"You mean it?"

"Let's do it. I can start looking online when we get back to the bus"

Dan grins widely at me. Then I remember.

"I wanted to talk to you about something though" I must've sounded more serious than I meant to because his face drops a little.

"What's wrong?"

"Twitter is what's wrong" I say, as I hand him my phone and he starts to read through the tweets I've been getting...